Peace
You cannot run like an avid sportsman kicking
ball
from foot to pillar wiping your flowing sweat fondly
touching your shirt-wet with your skin hot hot.
Running after Peace, in marketplace of wear and tear,
amidst jostling crowd, do you see or grab it?
Is it a sari decked on the super model
or is it spicy
birthday cake to be displayed
on a Tanjore plate of ancient carve of exquisite
tradition criss cross overwhelming all our eyes of taste?
At the end of the day, go home searching
In the eyes of cute kids welcoming with smile
Cherubic and serene, sipping juice in tasty buds ooze;
Peace! Can it be
bought like a peanut butter
for a momentary gulping with a coke or sprite:
spreading like a
banana jam on whole wheat bread;
or brushing aside hundred lies for one momentary survival
in fast moving like concord taking our breaths away.
Wheeling and wheeling leading us nowhere.
Peace! Peace! Under the bodhi tree in the past,
Now in closed corner, away from din and bustle.
Love towards have-nots - (human
values)
Walking on the footpath
Walking on footpath, goggles on your eyes,
your decorated
eyeliner and sophistication
with foreign umbrella tilting and exotic perfume
all around you, colorful handbag gentle
on hand tucking away your silk sari away lest
it should reach the beggar with a touch
of itch , you
careful on the path, but least
caring for his dented vessel for alms, to suffice
his hunger and day and night with his kids
in tattered rags dependent on him ;
you throw away
a coin- not out
of your urge for
fellow feeling or
concern for his precarious situation,
but your eight-year-old should not
chide you for ignoring and callousness.
The sensible bends down to remove the
half hearted coin; instead gently puts
below ten rupees note in his hands.
A mockery for
his father and like-minded.
A life bereft of gentle and understanding no use.
POEMS SUBMITTED FOR POETRY FESTIVAL
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